Interaction with those working with the Zorlax Consortium could be just a bit tiring. At least from Elle’s recent experiences. Though she never could’ve prepared for what would take place today whatsoever.

She had been traveling along through space, on her way to deliver some cargo to some stations near Consortium territory as one would expect from an industrial freighter. While she knew beforehand about their recent acquisition of a few dozen systems surrounding their current territory, regardless if it was even done legally or not, she had not expected it to become an issue for her and her fellow captains nearly as quickly as it did.

It seemed like well over half of her trade routes had her encountering Consortium patrols or small fleets, constantly pestering any and every ship that ran into them and threatening to fire if their demands weren’t met, all claiming to do so in “protection of the Consortium”, or some bullshit like that.

She was honestly surprised there hadn’t been a reported skirmish against any civilian ships yet, given just how many complaints she’s read of ships big and small near or within their territory. Though it was likely the fault of the sudden rebel activity sprouting up throughout Consortium systems.

Yet what was more infuriating for her was the fact that numerous requests from her and other captains to Hikon higher-ups for different routes fell on deaf ears. Time and time again she, and about a dozen other ship captains had been vocal about the recent annoyances of the Consortium, yet whoever was up top either didn’t care, didn’t even receive the complaints, or was outright working with or being paid by the Consortium itself, none of which would surprise her.

She took a seat upon her chair and let out a long sigh in disappointment, having seen the pair of corvettes and a destroyer a further ways away sitting in front of her. Sure, she could probably just fire upon the corvettes and win, and likely even take out the destroyer before it could launch fighters with the use of her heavy pulse cannon. But she knew better. She knew they’d just keep throwing ships her way until she was completely overwhelmed, before subsequently destroying her.

These constant patrols and ship inspections were getting rather old, and while she wouldn’t have cared much if it was just one or two encounters every month, her luck was nonexistent, and she’s had to deal with this about eleven times already, all within just one damn week.

Elle let out another sigh as she sipped on her freshly squeezed cup of lumire, before answering the incoming transmission, watching as an officer soon appeared upon her holo display.

“Unknown freighter, you have entered into territory annexed by our great Consortium! State your purpose now.”

“Hikon Haulage freighter Green Bullet. Registration FV-7192.” Elle would force herself to calmly say, not wanting to take any chances accidentally starting a skirmish by sounding annoyed. Though she was quite tempted by the thought of it at this point.

“A freighter huh, care to state your current destination?” The officer would ask.

This was always how it went; some damn officer would send out a hail demanding to know everything from what you were doing to where you were heading, and what your intentions were. It would’ve been fine if she was a much smaller freighter, perhaps only hauling a small amount of cargo, then at least she could appear non-threatening, and breeze by with just a 15-minute inspection of her ship.

Instead, she flew this massive, hacked together beast of a vessel, with a heavy pulse cannon up top, and a series of likely detectable defensive turrets ready to be deployed at a moment’s notice. She knew for a fact her ship just screamed rebel warship to every Consortium officer she stumbled across.

“I am simply heading to the Bozzath cluster and delivering supplies to a few stations there.”

“Ah yes, the Bozzath cluster. Known by pilots across space as a tough bitch to navigate due to slipstream travel being disrupted within. However, it is also known by the Consortium as a notorious rebel hotspot. Used to hide their operations and prepare entire fleets ready to fight and kill our own good men.” He would say with a rather stern, almost angered tone.

“However, since you claim to be nothing more than a cargo freighter for a shipping company recognized as legitimate, I shouldn’t see any problems arising from a quick inspection of your ship’s cargo, now should I?”

“I would like to think not, no.” Elle sighs softly, having already expected this, but keeping any complaints to herself.

“Very well, prepare for boarding. And… keep that fucking cannon of yours powered down and locked in place. Do so, and I won’t report you or your vessel as a potential rebel warship.” He’d practically snap at her.

“Yeah yeah, I get it. Neither of us want trouble, you know?” She allows herself a forced chuckle, trying to seem as non-threating as possible.

“Understood, stand by for inspection.” With that, the transmission cuts, and she turns to Nem, who sat at the ship’s comms station, listening to the entire exchange.

“We’re gonna have to somehow hide you again, you know that right?” Elle says with disappointment, not wanting to take any chances with him being detained for being either mistaken as an unregistered alien or recognized as an abandoned super soldier prototype. She’d already done this the previous times her ship was forcibly searched, though most of those times they never bothered entering crew quarters.

As such, he and Elle went to Nem’s usual hiding place, a loose floor panel within vacant crew quarters. The two of them knew that they wouldn’t even waste their time searching a clearly unused room. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze for the lanky mutant, but it would have to do for the hour or so it took them to complete their search. 

Although this is one of the few times Elle wishes she had a mixed species crew over her robotic one, at least then she could at least claim that he belonged some obscure, made-up, bullshit species.

The mechanic girl would make her way over to the airlock, watching as the ship’s docking tube extended before connecting to her ship. From the other side walked in about twelve or so Consortium personnel, all armed with dual sub-assault autolasers, and a couple carrying what she presumed was scanning equipment of some sort. Behind all of them stood the officer from earlier. He appeared to be aged, perhaps in his fifties.

“I can tell when a ship is hacked together for the most part, and I must say, this one is rather tidy for what is clearly a hacked together rust bucket.” He would say, any emotion in his voice seemingly nonexistent.

“Yeah? It ain’t fucking easy bringing a ship back from the dead you know!” Elle would say with a bit of anger lacing her own voice.

“I’m not here to admire someone’s passion project, and I think we both know that. Men, move out!” With a hand gesture, the twelve personnel began heading down to the bottom of the ship via the lift and started their inspection. In the meantime, Elle and the officer stood alone at the airlock.

“Seems rather quiet here.” He would begin saying. “Tell me, where is the rest of your crew?”

Elle stretched a bit before speaking. “Just me, and a handful of worker drone units. I’d say about 140, give or take a couple currently powered down for future repair.”

Proving her point, one of the units exited the lift and began walking down the hall towards them, a metallic clank in each heavy step it made. It would stop just in front of the two of them, having been sent here by CAS-17 to assist Elle with any questions about the cargo or the ship as a whole.

“Well I’ll be damned, you just don’t see ones like this anymore. Er, tell me worker drone unit… just what model are you?”

It would turn its upper half to face the Consortium officer, adjusting the blue light that was its eye for a moment, before beginning to speak in a metallic, monotone, and slightly staticky voice.

“Ground-Reinforcement Industrial Unit Model 9, 57 of 147 currently stationed aboard this ship.”

“Damn, I didn’t think there were any of those models left functioning…” He pauses for a moment.

“Come to think of it, rebels within our territory would kill to have these under their control.” He says, staring at Elle a little more closely.

“You can ask Hikon themselves for my previous routes if you are that damn suspicious of me.”

“Now listen here, I already suspect you as some sort of rebel, even if indirectly. Don’t give me a reason to have you detained, and your ship seized.” He would say sternly.

Before Elle could retort, the officer’s communication device buzzed to life, as he grabbed it and spoke. “What is it, inspection team?”

“Sir, there’s something down here we’ve found I think you should see.” Was what came back through.

“I’m sure whatever it is can-” 

“We heavily advise that you come down here, sir.” The team would say, abruptly cutting him off.

The officer would let out a frustrated sigh, before responding. “Acknowledged, stand by for my arrival.”

“Well, I guess it will be an interesting day after all. I’d advise you follow me, girl.”

Elle didn’t protest, instead began silently worrying what they could’ve possibly found that required their commander’s attention.

She cleared her throat and spoke. “Just so we are clear, I was told by Hikon themselves that this cargo is nothing but food and supplies for a space station. I swear to you I have no knowledge of any rebel activity within your territory, let alone ties or connections to any of their cells.”

“Believe it or not, I’m actually starting to believe you on that front. In the years I’ve spent working with this very crew, they’ve never called me down so urgently yet with such a vague description. To add to that, I can usually tell when someone is lying or something is off, and right now either you are hiding something… or they are.” He would conclude.

The two of them would enter the lift, as they began heading down. Elle was now feeling a different level of concern, not for herself, but for whatever they could’ve found within her cargo.

“You’re scared. Don’t be. I know I come off as harsh and cruel, but that’s just how the Consortium is. It's how they’ve kept everyone in line, it’s how I’ve kept my crew in line, and for the most part it usually works. Until those damn rebels started appearing around the place. I tell you they’re everywhere, within the ranks of our military itself!” He’d say, a bit of anger seeping into his aged voice.

“Do you think…” Elle would begin saying, but the doors suddenly opened as they arrive at the cargo bay.

What surprised the officer was the fact he didn’t immediately see his personnel waiting for him at the lift door like they should’ve been according to their protocol. What surprised Elle was she couldn’t hear the usual whirring and clanking steps of her worker drones moving about.

“I do not like how quiet it is, or that my personnel aren’t following standard procedure… You know how to use that blaster of yours, right?” The officer would whisper to Elle, who would nod softly before drawing it and powering it up.

It would momentarily emit a small whine as its cells charged up, but hopefully that wasn’t enough to alert his men, wherever they were apparently hiding.

Meanwhile, the officer would pull out his own blaster, as the two of them walked further into the cargo bay.

Elle thought she heard movement, but when she checked, she found nothing.

Come to think of it, she didn’t normally have the lights this dim in here. Something was up, and she didn’t know what until she heard the familiar whine of energy weapons charging up, as several weapons were now being aimed at her, and surprisingly the officer.

Had they been up upon the bridge, they would’ve seen the small fleet of rebel ships come out of slipstream that were currently engaging the two Consortium corvettes and destroyer, while one of their transports flew past the freshly started battle and docked with the Green Bullet.

“Men, you’re playing a dangerous game here. If the Consortium gets word of this once I make it out of here-”

“That’s the thing sir, you aren’t gonna make it out of here. Not alive anyway.” One of them spoke, before the airlock opened and rebel fighters started pouring in, weapons already raised.

“What kind of nonsense is this, throwing your lot in with the damn rebels? I trained you all better than this!” He’d practically shout, ducking and rolling for cover as the firefight began. Him and Elle, against about 52 insurgents 12 with proper rifles, and 40 with a variety of weapons. Fortunately, there were tons of cargo containers around them, and their thick walls would shrug off weapons fire for a good while.

The officer would occasionally peak from cover and fire a few shots, even managing to hit a few opposing soldiers, before turning to Elle, who was just across from him.

“You’re officially cleared of any suspicion from me, now figure out a damn way to get us out of this!” He would yell over the suppressive blaster fire. Elle would soon begin trying to contact Nem, who should still have his communicator upon him if she remembered correctly.

As the firefight continued within the ship, and a full-on skirmish began in space as both rebel and Consortium reinforcements began arriving, an unknown vessel would drop from slipstream. Said vessel was completely cloaked, and undetectable to either faction currently fighting. It would eventually dock at one of the Green Bullet’s other airlocks.

Elle finally managed to get in contact with Nem, who grabbed his own energy rifle and attempted to alert CAS-17 and activate the worker drone’s hostile directive. It had been put in place for moments like this, but both he and Elle had expected to use it against pirates trying to board and commandeer their ship. He’d get in the lift and began heading down to the cargo bay, carrying his now powered on plasma repeater.

Though when he got to the cargo bay and began firing his weapon at the opposing soldiers, something would suddenly hit him in the back of his head, which knocked him out immediately as he was quietly dragged away and out of sight. Nobody on either side seemed to notice this.

This same event would also happen to the officer, though Elle was currently moving to another spot to try and get a better line of sight. She just barely caught a glimpse of his unconscious body being dragged away, before she herself was also knocked out. The rebels took notice of the lack of weapons fire in their direction and ceased firing themselves.

“Where could the two of them have possibly gone? There’s only one way out of here and it’s on our side.” One of them would ask.

Before they could ponder it, several figures decloaked behind them and promptly executed them with a stab through their hearts. Meanwhile a second unknown ship decloaked outside and began ripping vessels on either side to shreds, leaving no survivors. It too would dock with the Green Bullet, blowing off the already docked ship to do so.

Some unknown amount of time later, Elle would wake up. Her mind was blurry, and she couldn’t recognize where she was currently.

What she could immediately recognize was that her arms and legs were restrained, and that she had something covering her mouth with a tube attached to it. As more of her mind became clearer, she’d realize that she was completely naked, and she had what looked to be some sort of milking cup over her cock. There was possibly some sort of plug or vibrator within her ass, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Finally, she seemed to have some milking cups attached to her tits, and had she felt any sort of horniness, she might have not questioned it as much.

Though as if on cue, the tube connected to her mouth began delivering some sort of barely visible gas, which in reality happened to be a potent aphrodisiac; and as she unknowingly breathed it in, her arousal began to rise within her. It was barely noticeable at first, just an occasional horny thought as she tried to figure out a reason for her predicament. But the harder she tried to think, the more frequent these horny thoughts would pop up.

Alongside this, the pumps for the milking cups on both her cock and breasts had silently activated, and began doing their thing, albeit at a very weak strength level for the moment. Further still, she felt some sort of presence within her mind, one that seemed to be trying to influence her in some way.

All of these things combined slowly but surely began making her crazily horny, and due to her weak stamina and pleasure control, it would only take a few minutes before she would hit her first orgasm. Elle tried thrashing about, doing anything to lessen the pleasure as it was making it hard for her to think, but her attempts were futile. She then tried mentally fighting the pleasure, only for the previous fears of something within her ass to be confirmed as she suddenly felt a mildly strong buzz from within, perfectly against her prostate.

Try as she might, there was no chance at her being able to resist all this pleasure, and she shut her eyes tightly as tears rolled down her cheeks. When she inevitably hit her first orgasm, she was not prepared for just how intense it felt. She thrashed about, now in pleasure as her mind began breaking down. By her second orgasm, her resistance was all but gone. By her fifth, they all began blurring together.

At some point, her captor, or at least one of them, would reveal themselves, seeming to appear in front of her from thin air. Though she would’ve recognized it as decloaking had her mind been clearer. From what she could tell at a glance, it was distinctly female.

Her body was seamless and smooth, white in color, almost like something engineered in a lab. Slick and supple muscle lay under stretched skin. Patches of hardened, sangria colored bio-plating accented her limbs and spine, down to the base of her tail, seeming like natural albeit light armor. Her head was long and blade-like, swept back into a cranial crest that likely held sensory nodes of some sort.

There were no eyes on her, at least any that Elle could see. Just a smooth, near featureless face that seemed to have an almost feline-like nose. A crest of the same dark, glossy bio-plating ran from the forehead down about 3/4ths of its length, like a natural helm or crown

Her arms were thin, with what seemed to be a sort of spike coming from her elbows, surprisingly not made of whatever material comprised the armor, but instead part of her body itself. Her clawed hands had three fingers and a thumb, with each finger being long, thin, and possessing sharp claws, also sangria in color. 

Her chest seemed to possess four breasts, with the second pair being slightly smaller and sitting underneath the first. Down towards her crotch was the same smoothness that the rest of her body possessed, where a noticeable slit seemed to reside. As for her legs, they seemed digitigrade in nature, with more of the strange bio-plating over her knees, similar spikes to her elbows at the second bend, and talon-like toes that gripped the floor beneath. Finally, trailing behind her was a segmented, whip-like tail that ended in a barbed flourish.

At the creature moved closer to her and opened her mouth, she could see a row of sharp teeth top and bottom, and two small fangs, as well as a tongue as it began… licking her? Even in Elle’s broken down and lust filled mind, she hadn’t expected that.

The licks soon turned to deep kisses as she barely noticed all the restraints and equipment suddenly letting go of her, as well as the milking cups falling off, and the vibrator sliding out of her completely numb ass. The creature, still kissing her, would carry the girl down a series of pentagonal hallways with blue lighting and a strangely comforting look to them. Though the sense of comfort could be from both the kissing and her broken mind.

They’d eventually arrive within what appeared to be a lab, and Elle caught a few glances of what appeared to be the Consortium officer from earlier, now floating in a glass tank of a strange, bioluminescent liquid. The tank itself was horizontal, which she thought was strange.

“Behold future sister, the key to your new life.” A feminine voice within her head would exclaim, as she noticed another glass tank being prepped. While she knew what was likely going to happen, there was nothing she could do to resist. Her energy had been completely sapped by the dozens and dozens of orgasms she had. All Elle could do now was hope she’d come out of this alive, preferably with the same identity and mentality as her current self.

She was carefully placed into the glass tank, before the hatch was shut and locked tight. From there, it would slowly begin to fill with this strange, thick, glowing liquid that soon filled the entire tank. She seemed to naturally float to the center, still able to breath somehow.

“Rest now, future sister. For when you wake up, you shall be reborn a sister of the Jovians.”

Jovians? She vaguely recalls a race by that name. But she swore they were only myths and legends. Not that it mattered, since… she was… too tired now… to think about it anymore… Elle would soon fall into a deep slumber, coaxed into such by both the properties of the liquid, and the influence of the Jovian standing before her tank.

To her, it would only feel like a couple of hours, but for the rest of the galaxy, a couple months had gone by.

She would eventually wake up, feeling like everything was just some bad dream. That was until her brain recognized the thick glowing liquid surrounding the now entirely different body that was her. Come to think of it, everything felt different to her, from her memories, to her very senses. Though she could still remember her life as the captain of a freighter.

Instead of screaming or going crazy, she felt… rather calm. An effect of what her transmutated brain now recognizes as Aetherform. She turned her head and looked through the liquid at one of the Jovian scientists. Judging by the look of surprise on her face and the feeling from her… emotions? It was clear she wasn’t expecting her to wake up so suddenly. Elle idly pondered on her seemingly new sense for sensing others’ emotions, something she’d remind herself to get used to later.

For now, she watched as the scientist began tapping away at her tank’s control panel and before she knew it, the liquid surrounding her began to quickly drain away.

The hatch was opened, and she slowly crawled out, taking note of the lab around her, and the six other Jovians now looking at her. She sensed confusion from them, and she eventually narrowed it down to them looking at something between her legs.

It seems even in transformation, she kept her cock and balls, though now it was a sheath design, and she began inspecting the new appearance of her member, rubbing her crotch a bit to coax it out fully.

She already knew it was about twice as long as her old cock, but she also stood nine feet tall now, so it made sense to her at least. At the base of her new cock sat a knot that made up a third or fourth of the overall length. Though it was currently deflated, it still protruded enough that whoever she fucked would feel it, especially once it began inflating before her climax.

Past the knot were a few plates along both the top and bottom of her shaft, while further on there were a few nodules or nubs on top, and about three to four larger bumps underneath. Finally, an inch or so before the admittedly flat, circular tip, there was a ring of small spikes behind and in front a thin but tall ridge, similar in dimensions to her member’s head. Her urethra sat in the center, protruding forward with the design of a thick nozzle.

It was certainly a strange design to her, but also to the other Jovians present within the room.

“There has never been a recorded instance of a Jovian with male extremities, regardless of whether the subject was a conversion or not. This requires… extensive research.”

The research in question would involve lots of sex, and just a bit of notetaking. While Elle knew she would likely try returning to her former life at some point, she, at least for the moment, was happy fucking a ship full of females.